Yan said, "Xu is dead. He isn't coming back. Heyu, come with us. Don't be foolish." Bai Zhi walked toward me, and I stepped back. I bit my lip until it tasted sweet and coppery. The white crane struggled in my arms, crying out as its call split the sky.
"Are you leaving too?" I looked at the white crane, only to see it curl into a ball and fall still. I crouched in the snow, holding it. My mind was blank. I forgot how to cry, forgot how to fight back.
"Shall we go home?" Bai Zhi asked, holding me gently.
"No," I said softly, my mind empty. Yan grabbed me and roared until his voice was raw: "He's dead! He's gone!" I laughed wildly, laughing in a panic. His words kept repeating in my head: He's dead! He's gone! ... My fingernails dug deep into the white crane, and warm blood flowed out, staining the snow red. My hands were covered in the white crane's blood and with all my longing for Xu, everything freezing solid in the icy snow.
Good~~~~~Come on